JP PHILOSOPHY I started up the blog thingee again after a few years as I wanted my grandson to know his Nana had/has a life and might get a kick out of my misadventures. But this past week I also enjoyed hearing his perspective on life when he visited last week. He's usually not firing on all cylinders in the morning, so he was rather quiet. I throw a couple of convo starters out there and then just listen. This newly minted sixth grader proceeded to give me a science lesson on the make-up of the sun and its eventual break down into a dwarf star. He then moved on to why do humans throw so much trash and litter into our world as we are destroying it. Finally, he pointed out that technically humans are an invasive species that is literally "messing its own nest". He's not wrong. This boy almost loves animals more than people, so his worldview is noteworthy as he was genuinely puzzled by human behavior. Like the emperor's new clothes, he sees the truth. At what age do we give up and take a pass while figuratively wringing our hands? At any rate refreshing, and a little bit hopeful.
FUN WITH POLITICS The complaint is that Biden is not exciting the voters. Well as one pundit put it, "we don't get excited about a fire extinguisher, but we prefer that to the fire." Another thought. Does anyone have a problem with the trumper saying people of a darker hue are jonesing on his mug shot and have more respect for him as a convicted felon? In other words, he has condemned an entire group of people as nothing but gangsters and thugs who worship felons. Wow. And finally, in that I wished I'd thought of it, someone labeled the Presidential debate as an episode of Antiques Roadshow. See there is humor to be found.
UPDATE This week marks the 4th and, hopefully, final surgical intervention of the year. There is a certain fatigue factor that has me crashing in the late afternoon. If I don't get everything done in the am, my tank runneth empty. The problem does not seem to be the knee which can literally, handle good ole Susanna and her banjo to boot. So, fingers crossed snapping the backbone should get the energy back to at least 2nd gear. Still getting my 15 to 20,000 steps in, (depending on the day) but it is a challenge. The Doc has high expectations and calls me a "go-getter" which I assume is a technical term for Ms Pain-in-the butt expecting a miracle cure...
I LOVE A PARADE Made the Parade of Homes rounds last couple of days. The pickings are slim to say the least. There were two monsters that would require live-in, hot and cold running staff to keep clean. One was 1.4 million. Who lives like that? In a slightly candid discussion with the realtor, he admitted to "think big exec with obscene housing allowance." They are expected to entertain (like I said, need for staff). Also, like middle school girls the houses had a similar vibe of features that mimicked each other regardless of the builder. Mud-type rooms are apparently in complete with coat closets, benches, cubbies. One had both a doggie shower station and a bookshelf hiding a media room. All we could think of was "cool, tornado shelter". White and gray walls were the norm except for the obligatory bedroom in pink concession. Fireplace decor only goes up halfway with stone matching the exterior. The OH kept asking why would you have such a dinky 4-burner stove in these McMansions? He literally asked, every time. All realtors/builders agreed with him. Every excess you would ever want to consume and dinky stoves. Obviously, no one cooks, they just order whatever takeout that goes with whatever resides in their built-in wine fridges (a feature for which I am in favor). Another shock was the 1-bedroom condo (though you can make the office into a bedroom) for $475,000. Whowee. One house was plunked into a developing, virgin sub-division deep in the woods with a stagnant pond - lovely but think mosquitos and windstorms toppling trees.
One unit of measurement we have used over the years is "how many homeless can you fit in the sauna?" Now it's the butler's pantry or mudroom or laundry or media space. Style and tastes change. There was even a set of 12 tiny houses on a one-acre plot that used to be a trailer park. 700 sq. feet renting for almost $1500 a month at the end of a street that had a F---Biden flag hanging on a house (no doubt the wife did it). So, number of homeless - 0; Neighborhood - also 0. Peace out...💚 💙💛
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